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I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing.1 When I was in college and going through the worst of it, I got tired of praying that the sadness would go...
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Good Friday 2008, I’m three thousand miles from home, I still don’t really speak Spanish, and — surprise — I’ve taken my propensity for emotional entanglement right with me to Peru. This time it’s one...
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